Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Iran and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Oblivians to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
The Dirtbombs,
The Wake,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick Morgan,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rapeman,
Siglo XX,
Chris Corsano,
Stereo Dub,
Faust,
Zapp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moody Blues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Toasters,
Pulsallama,
Lower 48,
Y Pants,
The Birthday Party,
The Motions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slave,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Green,
Delta 5,
Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Saccharine Trust,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Freddie Wadling,
Easy Going,
Tubeway Army,
Maleditus Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The American Breed,
Hoover,
The Detroit Cobras,
T. Rex,
Tom Boy,
Tres Demented,
Groovy Waters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Count Five,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Fraelich,
Juan Atkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Absolute Body Control,
Lyres,
KRS-One,
Skaos,
Swans,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.